On our drive down to Virginia, we spotted a vehicle in New Jersey with the license plate: MIRCLES. I read that as “miracles” because I’m always on the lookout for them. We joked about tossing, somehow on the NJ turnpike, our “Miracles Reign” tee to the driver. Fortunately, concerning safety, that tee was in the trunk. (Throwing shirts at a moving vehicle does not make for a miraculous event, but rather a dangerous one.)
What did make for a miraculous event, however, was that we found ourselves parked next to this exact car at a Maryland rest stop. This single event reinforced two beliefs–there are no coincidences and all is well. In New Jersey and Maryland, I was reminded about miracles (happening). Furthermore, seeing that very word “miracles,” or rather “Mircles,” was a clear sign to listen to life.
Life wants us to win.
When we believe in magic, magic happens. And as long as we keep our heart in receptive mode and the door open to the universe, the universe responds, always, and in perfect time.
Eyes wide open. Ears wide open. Heart wide open. Now follow the yellow brick road. All is well.